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I was definitely not built for cross country practice. Especially not at 6 AM when even the sun was hitting snooze. "Come on, Maya! Keep that pace up!" Coach yelled from her golf ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The graduation party was in full swing — people cannonballing, that terrible bass-heavy music...
Leo moved through the hallways like a fox—sly, quick, always three steps ahead of everyone else. He was the kind of guy who could charm his way out of detention, talk teachers into...
I was mid-sentence when Maya called it. "That's straight-up bull, Carlos." She didn't even look up from her phone. The cafeteria went quiet. Like, weird quiet. My so-called frien...
The pool party was supposed to be casual. Just some kids from school hanging out before sophomore year officially kicked our asses. But for me, casual meant hiding in the bathroom ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the community **pool**, chlorine stinging his nose, heart doing cartwheels. The diving board loomed above him like a judgmental teacher's podium. "You...
Maya had been rehearsing what she'd say to Tyler for exactly forty-seven minutes. The house party thumped around her—sophomores she barely recognized, red Solo cups scattered like ...
I was literally running on three hours of sleep and zero confidence when I walked onto the padel court. Coach Miller had signed me up for the intra-school tournament without asking...
Maya's rainbow bucket hat sat crooked on her head, a desperate shield against the judging eyes at Tyler's pool party. She'd been **running** from social situations all summer — lit...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2 AM. *r u coming?* The message from Savannah glowed against her ceiling. Maya groaned. Tomorrow was the AP Bio final, and she'd been studying so long she fe...
Maya's eyes widened as Tyler slid the laminated chart across the cafeteria table. The diagram showed exactly how she'd be earning five figures monthly by next semester. "It's not ...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I surfaced, gasping. Again. At fifteen, learning to swim felt like learning to walk — embarrassing and way overdue. "You're getting better, Maya," Jo...